when i was younger, i dreamed of being the next esther averill,
an amazing author who wrote and illustrated some of my favorite
childhood books about jenny & the cat club.
(read my post about her books here!)
my bestfriend, angela, and i were more or less known as cat ladies,
because we spent all our time writing cat stories, building snow cats,
refusing to eat garfield fruit snacks and practically purring at the sight
of a stray kitty on the playground.
it should come as no surprise that years later i would be asked at
a highschool reunion if i was still... "obsessed with cats?"
why is it that loving kitties has always been such a stigma?
this is a question that sloane crosley ponders in her ny times article,
"don't talk about your cat..people will think you're crazy," crosley's
friend warned upon hearing about her article, which leads me
to wonder if i were single, would my adoration for my kitty, talula,
be more of a secret so as to avoid the crazy cat lady comments,
like that jokester from my reunion? i think not.
barneys fall 2010 catalog.